Nalani's POVThe nursery smelled of warm milk, fresh pine drifting through the open window, and that sweet, earthy newborn scent… like new life wrapped in soft fur even when they were in their human skin.I sat in the wide rocking chair Kieran had carved with his own hands, the wood smooth and warm beneath me. Elian nestled in the crook of my left arm, Elora cradled against my chest. Their tiny bodies fit perfectly against me, as though they’d always known this place, this exact shape of my arms. Their chests rose and fell in perfect, mirrored rhythm, the soul-thread humming between them like the softest lullaby… gentle, constant, a melody only I could feel. It vibrated through my own heartbeat, reminding me every second that they were here, alive, together.Elian and Elora. Our son and daughter. Returned. Whole.Every time I looked down at them, something inside me cracked open wider. Love surged up fierce and raw, so intense it bordered on pain, so deep it swallowed the old grief wh
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